A Wild Challenger Appears!

An ancient arena, measuring 800m in diameter. Stone seating that appears thousands of years old. Sand that has been stained with the blood of countless battles over countless years. The stands are destroyed in some spots and whole in others.

It was mid day, the sun high in the sky with a single wispy cloud preventing it from being clear blue skies. A magic circle appeared at one side of the ring. An almost burnt orange man with gold plated arms appeared being levitated out of the magic circle and dropped to the ground. His white hair was the brightest thing on his body and made his eyes look almost like pitch. He looked around for a moment "hmph...by the gods of old I've been brought here to be somebodies play thing" he said staring out over the area wondering what was to come next, monsters? Mages? Demons? Gods? What was to be his opponent?